This story is slash with mentions if nonconsensual sex so you have been warned!

I am trying a different writing style so I hope you can bear with me a bit and enjoy the method I'm trying.

I will be writing detailed 'intimate' scene scenes for the first time so if you have an issue with this stay away from chapter to 😆

This story is complete, I will just be waiting a couple of days between posting each chapter.

I do not own any HP characters and I hope you enjoy my little plot bunny.

In a way, life can be cruel. That was the only thing that he could think as he took stock of his current predicament.

Even though his stomach had dropped a bit, it didn't surprise him when Lucius Malfoy walked into the room with that look in eyes; he was seventeen years old, he knew what that look meant. He had been informed after he had been captured and Voldemort had had his fun torturing him with the Cruciatus Curse that he would be a slave to one of his followers. He had hoped it would be Snape, as he could see him standing off to the side next to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. He didn't like the git, but he knew it would be marginally safer with him than the others.

In a way, he could see the irony as Lucius' Malfoys' name was called instead.

He had refused to let any emotion show except for a glare at the Dark Lord as the spell was cast that would make it impossible for him leave Malfoy Manor unless it was with Lucius himself and even then he would only be allowed a short distance away from his new 'master'. With everything else that he knew being a slave implied, at that moment the only thing that made him cringe was the thought that by default he would be Draco Malfoys' slave as well.

In a way, he should have seen that as a sign but he chose to ignore it then.

Of course he fought it; knew that Lucius was expecting him to fight it. It had crossed his mind when Lucius had his hands bound to the top of the headboard, his legs bound to the bed, just behind the knee with his ass in the air that maybe he shouldn't have fought; maybe it would have thrown Lucius off. Maybe the fight is what had Lucius hard as rock as he took his position behind him; what made him thrust in with barely any preparation.

In a way, he was glad that he and Harry had realized their affinity for the same sex and decided to experiment with each other at the end of sixth year as it made what happened a little less shocking.

But Lucius was not Harry. Harry, who had been afraid of hurting him whenever he was talked into topping. Harry, who was not nearly the size Lucius was. Harry, who wasn't nearly as patient as Lucius was which became apparent as he was rocked by the rough, hard thrusts by the blonde Death Eater, slowly taking what he could from him.

In a way he wished he hadn't experimented with Harry, because as the pain turned into pleasure he couldn't stop himself as he finally let go and came with a groan, Lucius finishing quickly after.

Lucius had gotten off the bed and said a spell that cleaned up the both of them, leaving him in his position on the bed, as he had tried to catch his breath. He could feel Lucius' eyes on him for a few minutes but refused to look up at him. Lucius had eventually turned around and walked towards the door, informing him that he'd be expected first thing in the morning to assist with dressing himself and his wife and then serving breakfast where the rest of his duties would be laid, releasing the binds as he stepped into the hallway.

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